Psalm 108 Poem by Justin Reamer

My heart is ready, God
- I mean to sing and play.
Awake, my muse,
awake, lyre and harp,
I mean to wake the Dawn!

Yahweh, I mean to thank You among the peoples,
to play music to You among the nations;
Your love is high as heaven,
Your faithfulness as the clouds.
Rise high above the heavens, God,
let Your glory be over the Earth!

To bring rescue to those You love
save with Your right hand and answer us!

God promised us once from His sanctuary,
'I the Victor will parcel out Shechem,
and share out the Valley of Succoth.

'Gilead is Mine, Manasseh Mine,
Ephraim is My helmet,
Judah, My marshal's baton.

'Moab a bowl for Me to wash in!
I throw My sandal over Edom
and shout: Victory! over Philistia.'

Who is there now to take me into the fortified city,
to lead me into Edom?
God, can You really have rejected us?
You no longer march with our armies.

Help us in this hour of crisis,
the help that man can give is worthless.
With God among us, we shall fight like heroes,
He will trample on our enemies.